Chapter 65

"She's not what you think, better not ask too much."

The old man in the hemp robe tucked his hands, glanced outside the room, and spoke leisurely.

"Compared to her, I'm more curious about that purple-robed fairy maiden?"

"Really? Have you met Zilin?" The old man in the hemp robe raised an eyebrow.

"I once met her in the mountains, asking for directions."

"I once saved her life in an ancient tomb."

"An ancient tomb?" The old man frowned. "Did you go to the Yin Moon King's tomb?"

"By accident." Zhao Yun smiled sheepishly.

"You've got some nerve." The old man in the hemp robe glanced at him.

"Is Senior Zilin a tomb guardian?"

"Her ancestors followed the Yin Moon King, and guarding the tomb has been their duty since the tomb was built, passed down through generations. The little girl outside is her disciple. Due to some changes in her clan, she was sent to the Forgotten Ancient City to be taken care of by me. To put it bluntly, she's here to seek refuge."

"I see." Zhao Yun smiled and continued writing the cultivation technique.

"Several days haven't seen you, and you're already at the True Spirit Realm. I really underestimated you."

"It's all thanks to my master's teaching."

Zhao Yun praised his master again, making the old man marvel. Indeed! The disciple chosen by the old senior is no ordinary person.

After finishing the cultivation technique, Zhao Yun left the room.

The little girl, Bai Rimei, was still there, a real little miser. She had counted the few dozen silver taels many times, with an extremely serious expression.

Or perhaps, she just liked counting money.

"Little sister, I'll give you a gold ingot. How about teaching me a secret technique?"

Zhao Yun smiled warmly.

His appearance, from any angle, looked like a middle-aged man holding a candy, trying to deceive a little girl. This girl has a significant background, likely from a hidden great clan, and the secret techniques of her clan should be quite remarkable. If she teaches him, he would be happy to learn.

Creak!

Before Bai Rimei could speak, the door behind them opened. The old man in the hemp robe was not there, but a foot appeared, kicking Zhao Yun down from the second floor. One gold ingot to learn a secret technique? How big is your face!

"You old thing, wait for me."

Zhao Yun got up, holding his sore waist, and walked away, thinking that one day when he's stronger, he would stuff a stack of explosive talismans into the old man's pants and blow him to extinction.

Back in the room, he locked the door.

Only then did he take out the Night Lone Wolf's exclusive seal.

"Is there really something mysterious about this thing?"

Zhao Yun held it, examining it from all angles, not missing any detail. He even tapped it with his hand and listened to it.

As he tapped, his eyes narrowed.

As he listened, his gaze deepened.

This seal indeed had something mysterious. It should be hollow inside. As he suspected, there must be something hidden inside, but he couldn't hear what it was yet.

Thinking this, he gently crushed it.

As he expected, the seal was hollow, and inside was a fingernail-sized paper ball. When he unfolded it, it revealed many lines, which turned out to be a map.

His eyes lit up.

Indeed, when luck comes, it can't be stopped. This must be a treasure map. As long as he follows this map, he will surely find the Lone Wolf's treasure. After stealing so much, most of the rare treasures are likely hidden there.

Now that the Lone Wolf is dead,

He should be the only one in the world who knows the location of the treasure.

Saying this, he spread out the map.

The treasure map was only as big as a palm, with many lines. The terrain looked like a mountain, but which one would need to be identified.

After studying the map, he sat cross-legged.

The Essence Pill given by the old man in the hemp robe was swallowed one by one. It not only nourished his spirit but also enhanced his spiritual level. After using it, his mind became much clearer.

Then, he started drawing explosive talismans.

He would soon set out to find the treasure, and explosive talismans would be a great help.

With his enhanced spiritual power, the speed of drawing talismans also increased.

He was very dedicated and didn't come out of the room for a whole day.

Night fell quietly.

With a gust of wind, the old man came, not through the door but directly through the wall.

How smart I am.

Zhao Yun was quick enough to put away his talisman-drawing tools.

"Is your master from the royal family?"

The old man sat down without waiting for an invitation.

"How do you know?"

Zhao Yun lowered his head, only focusing on cleaning his Long Yuan Sword.

"Explosive talismans." The old man said calmly.

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed. His previous guess was confirmed. Only people from the royal family would have so many explosive talismans.

"You haven't answered my question." The old man asked again.

"Everyone understands, no need to say more." Zhao Yun blew on his Long Yuan Sword, speaking naturally.

"May I know your master's name?"

"His surname is Daxia."

"That's a useless answer." The old man's face darkened. Anyone from the royal family is surnamed Daxia. Do I need you to say that? I'm asking for his name.

"I really don't know."

Zhao Yun shrugged. He thought about making something up but decided against it. If he accidentally hit the right name, it would be ridiculous. It's better to keep it vague and mysterious.

The old man in the hemp robe was silent.

From Zhao Yun's expression, he didn't seem to be lying.

His gaze deepened.

At least, he confirmed that Zhao Yun's master belonged to the Daxia royal family.

"Master, someone from the City Lord's residence is looking for you."

Just then, a voice called from outside the room. It was Wu Er.

"City Lord's residence?"

Zhao Yun feigned surprise, put down his Long Yuan Sword, and went out.

Saying someone was looking for him, but they were already in the small garden.

A quick glance revealed it was the old man Wang, dressed formally, standing there, looking around. The back garden was quite unique.

"Really from the City Lord's residence?"

"There's no mistake. I've been to the City Lord's residence and seen this old man."

"Peak Xuan Yang, actually came in person."

The group of reckless people muttered among themselves.

"Senior, are you looking for me?"

Zhao Yun arrived, still pretending to be foolish, but he had already anticipated this.

Acting, he was a professional.

There was no choice; everything was for survival. He had to deceive.

"Master Zhao, may I have a word with you?"

The old man Wang bowed and smiled.

"Senior, this way, please."

"Master, please."

Perhaps coincidentally, as the old man Wang turned, he caught a glimpse of the old man in the hemp robe walking out of Zhao Yun's room through the wall.

"It's him."

Just this glance made the old man Wang stumble, almost falling.

"What's going on? Why is he here too?"

The old man Wang was shocked. He seemed to recognize the old man in the hemp robe, and because of this recognition, he was incredulous, even to the point of losing composure.

"How terrifying."

Zhao Yun saw everything, subconsciously glancing at the old man in the hemp robe, who never looked this way. But from the old man Wang's expression, he knew the old man in the hemp robe must have a significant identity.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so frightened.

"Friend, may I ask, the old man just now..."

"One of our family's guest elders."

"Guest... elder?" The old man Wang swallowed hard.

This guest elder was enough to shock him.

Others might not know, but he did. It was too astonishing.

"Could it be that he has a connection with Zhao Yun's master?"

The old man Wang steadied himself, his thoughts racing. He was sure his guess was correct. If not for a connection, how could the old man in the hemp robe be a guest elder of the Zhao family? Even the City Lord would treat him with respect.

"Senior, please."

Zhao Yun smiled, interrupting the old man Wang's thoughts.

"Good... good."

The old man Wang laughed dryly, not daring to be the slightest bit disrespectful. So much so that when Zhao Yun didn't sit down, he didn't dare to sit either.

"I wonder why you're looking for me, Senior."

Zhao Yun smiled, showing proper respect, and poured tea for the old man.

"Your master entrusted me to deliver this to you."

The old man smiled and handed over the blank talisman paper.

"Have you met my master?" Zhao Yun feigned surprise.

"I was fortunate to meet him." The old man Wang chuckled. "I must have been blind. You have a master from the royal family. My apologies."

"Senior, don't tell others."

Zhao Yun laughed, acting convincingly.

"I understand."

The old man Wang smiled.

After that, they talked more.

The old man Wang's questions were similar to the old man in the hemp robe's, mainly about names and titles. Zhao Yun's responses were the same as before.

He came and left quickly.

Before leaving, he glanced at the old man in the hemp robe's pavilion, coincidentally seeing Bai Rimei. His face changed, and he was still wiping sweat as he left. What's going on in this world? Why are there so many powerful people in the Forgotten Ancient City? He had to hurry back and report to the City Lord. The Zhao family is not simple!

"Did I find a treasure?"

Zhao Yun muttered, looking at the pavilion. From the old man Wang's expression, that old man and Bai Rimei were not weaker than the City Lord.

Whoosh!

As he was looking, Bai Rimei appeared in front of him like a ghost.

"Such fast speed."

Zhao Yun was startled. True Spirit Eighth Level, and she had such speed.

"The old man said you're very strong."

Bai Rimei tilted her head, her big eyes twinkling.

"Not bad."

Zhao Yun responded. At least, he had never lost to anyone of the same level. In terms of combat achievements, he was not bad either. He had already killed two Xuan Yang Realm experts.

"I'm also very strong. Want to fight me?"

The little girl said innocently, looking harmless.

"True Spirit Eighth Level, fighting me at the First Level?"

Zhao Yun sized up Bai Rimei, examining her bloodline, which was extraordinary.

"I won't use my true essence."

"That's acceptable."

"If I win, you give me money."

The little girl said seriously, her eyes gleaming with greed.

"What if I win?" Zhao Yun smiled.

"You won't win."

"Nonsense, I'm very strong."

Bai Rimei didn't respond, blowing on her small fist.

Hey...!

Zhao Yun couldn't stand it anymore, his true essence surging.

Boom! Bang!

Both moved at the same time, one with a small fist, the other with a powerful dragon palm.

Wow...!

Then, everyone in the garden looked up, their eyes darting back and forth, watching Zhao Yun fly out of the garden and the barracks.

Clearly.

He was hit by Bai Rimei's fist.

"Comfortable."

The old man in the hemp robe laughed, finding it very satisfying to see Zhao Yun get hit.

Boom!

Soon, a loud noise was heard. Zhao Yun, flying backward, crashed into a tavern, creating a large human-shaped hole in the wall.

"What's going on?"

Then, there were loud curses, from the tavern owner and the guests. Just as they were enjoying their drinks, someone was thrown in from outside.